I do wonder where we fall on the 'Abyssal Hunters are built different' spectrum. Skadi's specialty is strength, Gladiia has super speed and Specter is all about resilience. Are we an all-rounder?
…we were the people person, weren't we. The face, not the figure head but the approachable human party girl that helped the populace stay at ease. Hell, maybe even a source of morale for the others.
Now, we are even more feral. I am sure the Hunter are feeling nothing but pride for us.
Thats a cowards way of looking at it, if if had gone horridly wrong, own it. We are the Hunter, this is the Hunters shake. If this human has the bravery to attempt, his fearlessness and steady hand will be tested.
…also it is the dudes fault for shaking the hands of a feral fish lady.
We are a Disco Elysium protag, if we had good luck we would have died and reincarnated into some cushy isekai. No such luck for us, we live and fail and survive and thrive!
We are a Disco Elysium protag, if we had good luck we would have died and reincarnated into some cushy isekai. No such luck for us, we live and fail and survive and thrive!
I do wonder where we fall on the 'Abyssal Hunters are built different' spectrum. Skadi's specialty is strength, Gladiia has super speed and Specter is all about resilience. Are we an all-rounder?
Fun fact, "the Abyssal Hunters get isekai'd to Splatoon" was actually one of the ideas that eventually coalesced into Divergence Zone. (Specifically, the theme of a Hunter being out of their depth adjusting to lower stakes than they're meant for.)
Sadly, because we are even slightly attractive and eldritchly powerful, our beta fish is not a space time wizard taping into the pale to not have a heart attack because of a light bulb.
Been a bit busy with IRL things and the turn 2 Agarthaquest update (I swear that quest takes more thoughts per word than my master's theses) but update should be up later today. Mostly posting here because we need another dice roll for the aftermath of the earlier failure.
(I also spent a not insignificant portion of the writing time I had marked for this quest on setting up my text editor of choice to make writing it faster in the future. Hopefully once I have more time we'll be back up to pace.)
Been a bit busy with IRL things and the turn 2 Agarthaquest update (I swear that quest takes more thoughts per word than my master's theses) but update should be up later today. Mostly posting here because we need another dice roll for the aftermath of the earlier failure.
(I also spent a not insignificant portion of the writing time I had marked for this quest on setting up my text editor of choice to make writing it faster in the future. Hopefully once I have more time we'll be back up to pace.)
[X] Demonstrate why this is a bad idea. Find a rock or something. (Moderate The Hunter Check: 72.22%)
Moderate The Hunter Check - 72.22%
Target Value: 10 Your Result: 2d6+4+0 = 8
Failure
You hold up one hand, palm facing the approaching figure. The universal gesture of 'hold on, one moment'. You reach for a sandy rock by your feet.
The Hunter: We cannot settle for an ordinary stone; this is a demonstration. Any fool can crush chalk beneath their feet, but we need to send a message.
Visual Calculus: This area is subject to erosion effects from air and water currents. There are no signs of volcanic activity or notable sandstone formations. Local stones are unlikely to have particularly high resistance to deformation. Look for stones that stand out from their environment.
A cursory examination of your surroundings reveals a number of moderately sized rocks, though most of them are little more than clumps of sand. You finally settle on a flat, black stone about the size of your fist. You pick it up, and squeeze your fingers.
It crumples instantly, without even the slightest effort.
The Hunter: This is not a rock. This is dried solid waste from some local animal - from the size and texture, likely a large ruminant. Heavy, cloven tracks mark the beast as passing by many times - it may not be far.
Subsistence: "Large ruminant" sounds promising.
Empathy: The person before you notices what you're carrying and lowers their hand.
You toss the rock-that-wasn't back at the ground, and let your disgust show on your face. It impacts the sand with a hefty whump, leaving a small crater. You brush sand over the top with your foot.
You explain that you thought it was a rock. You were going to pick it up and probably crush it to splinters with your grip to demonstrate your strength - which you're not really sure of the limits of, and which would probably also crush anyone else's finger bones to a delicate powder. It, you assure them, would have been really cool to watch.
They nod. They are obviously not completely convinced by your display, but they're not going to press the topic further. They reach into one of their pouches and draw out a small, plastic tube with a hinged lid, which they flip open and hold out to you. Inside are small, white sheets of thin fabric. "Disinfectant," they say, pointing at the tube and then your hand.
You take a sheet. It is slightly damp, and cool to the touch. You run it across your hands and forearms; it picks up any clinging shit dust, and burns a little where it touches your cuts.
Sensation [Medium: Success]: We know that sting. Isopropanol! A pitifully weak disinfectant, but it'll give us a much better time than glutaraldehyde.
Discipline [Trivial: Success]: Do not eat the towlette. There is feces on it.
You discard the towlette.
Discipline [Medium: Failure]: You take another towlette, this one blessedly free of animal waste. It is tough and intensely bitter, like rough cotton steeped in a bespoke blend of vinegar, bad coffee, and piss.
Subsistence: We have eaten many regrettable things. This is one of them.
Sensation: What a waste of perfectly adequate booze.
Savoir Faire [Easy: Failure]: Even if it is not to your taste, it wouldn't do to insult their hospitality. You discreetly remove the towlette from your mouth and discard it behind you.
Or you attempt to. Instead you turn around, retch, and spit it onto the ground violently. They probably didn't see you. It's fine.
Empathy: They do not seem offended, though they seem slightly put off.
"They're not for eating," they say, in the general tone of voice used to talk to young children or particularly rambunctious domestic animals.
Suggestion [Medium: Success]: Look, obviously, you get that now. It's just that where you come from, they wouldn't use alcohol for that sort of thing without intending it to be a multi-purpose product. You're new here, and you're very hungry. You don't get all the social graces, but you're trying. That counts for something, right?
They nod, and their body language shifts back from "unsettled" to "confused". But it seems sympathetic. "Not drinking alcohol," they say, but they point back to the vehicle, "but there's some drink and rations in the truck. Owe you for the-" and here they use a foreign word - ore-ridge-in-ium - "slugs."
Sensation: Anything to wash out the taste of what they spiked that towlette with.
Subsistence: Rations normally qualify as food. Remember food?
Plain Hat: This may be a rare respite, good hunter.
They turn back towards the... thing, and gesture for you to follow. Your eyes trace their path towards the metal brick's side - to an indentation that looks worryingly like a door.
The travelers are offering you food and drink as thanks for helping with the explosive spiders. Unfortunately, this would take place inside their hideous vehicle. As it is, you may not enter such a thing and emerge unscathed.
[ ] Food and drink first. The nature of a Hunter is to sacrifice of elegance for the sake of survival, when necessary. [Challenging Discipline Check - 27.78%]
[ ] You can work with this. You can fix this. Or at least make a few quick fixes to the most glaring flaws. [Medium Conceptualisation Check - 41.67%]
[ ] You can't just impose upon their hospitality - and the line between rations and food is blurry even in Aegir. There's plenty of dead wood around - if you could hunt down something more robust, you could justify a cookout. And sit with their thing behind you. [Challenging The Hunter Check - 72.22%]
Do not consume alcohol wipes, or any other form of isopropanol. You do not have super soldier poison tolerance. Definitely do not consume glutaraldehyde, even with super soldier poison tolerance.
For those unfamiliar with the Arknights side of thing, the Aegir are snobs when it comes to elegance in technology. The Stultifera Navis - which looks like THIS:
is described by Gladiia as a "shoddily built" "primitive transport vessel". Betta, meanwhile, is looking at the equivalent of a junkyard owner's forty-year-old Toyota Hilux.
Fun fact - you would have failed the Sensation test without the Chaps, and if you had raised Sensation separately, the chaps are why you failed the second Discipline test. Congratulations, you have the Pants of Eat Alcohol Wipes +1.
[X] You can't just impose upon their hospitality - and the line between rations and food is blurry even in Aegir. There's plenty of dead wood around - if you could hunt down something more robust, you could justify a cookout. And sit with their thing behind you. [Challenging The Hunter Check - 72.22%]
I don't want to eat any more alcohol wipes, and trying to eat what they offer will end up with us trying to devour the ration package and whatever cutlery/accesories it comes with.
[X] You can't just impose upon their hospitality - and the line between rations and food is blurry even in Aegir. There's plenty of dead wood around - if you could hunt down something more robust, you could justify a cookout. And sit with their thing behind you. [Challenging The Hunter Check - 72.22%]
We missed our earlier chance to impress them. Using our physical prowess to quickly hunt big game is the next best thing. Bonus points if it's one of the more ridiculous fauna like a giant metal crab.
[X] You can't just impose upon their hospitality - and the line between rations and food is blurry even in Aegir. There's plenty of dead wood around - if you could hunt down something more robust, you could justify a cookout. And sit with their thing behind you. [Challenging The Hunter Check - 72.22%]
[X] You can't just impose upon their hospitality - and the line between rations and food is blurry even in Aegir. There's plenty of dead wood around - if you could hunt down something more robust, you could justify a cookout. And sit with their thing behind you. [Challenging The Hunter Check - 72.22%]
It's rude to reject someone offers sometimes
Especially if it's form of gratitude and hunting now would be pretty dangerous and plus we don't have our gears you could say we could make trap but I doubt our stat is enough to make something that is not fall apart, Not to mention searching for game that are not infected with originum or worse we accidentally meet a seaborne we don't have that have kind of fire power to kill it right now. [X] Food and drink first. The nature of a Hunter is to sacrifice of elegance for the sake of survival, when necessary. [Challenging Discipline Check - 27.78%]
[X] You can't just impose upon their hospitality - and the line between rations and food is blurry even in Aegir. There's plenty of dead wood around - if you could hunt down something more robust, you could justify a cookout. And sit with their thing behind you. [Challenging The Hunter Check - 72.22%]
[X] Food and drink first. The nature of a Hunter is to sacrifice of elegance for the sake of survival, when necessary. [Challenging Discipline Check - 27.78%]
Well, probably going to fulb, but I feel the effort is necessary.
Discipline [Trivial: Success]: Do not eat the towlette. There is feces on it.
You discard the towlette.
Discipline [Medium: Failure]: You take another towlette, this one blessedly free of animal waste. It is tough and intensely bitter, like rough cotton steeped in a bespoke blend of vinegar, bad coffee, and piss.
[X] Food and drink first. The nature of a Hunter is to sacrifice of elegance for the sake of survival, when necessary. [Challenging Discipline Check - 27.78%]
[X] You can't just impose upon their hospitality - and the line between rations and food is blurry even in Aegir. There's plenty of dead wood around - if you could hunt down something more robust, you could justify a cookout. And sit with their thing behind you. [Challenging The Hunter Check - 72.22%]
[X] Food and drink first. The nature of a Hunter is to sacrifice of elegance for the sake of survival, when necessary. [Challenging Discipline Check - 27.78%]
[X] You can't just impose upon their hospitality - and the line between rations and food is blurry even in Aegir. There's plenty of dead wood around - if you could hunt down something more robust, you could justify a cookout. And sit with their thing behind you. [Challenging The Hunter Check - 72.22%]
[X] Food and drink first. The nature of a Hunter is to sacrifice of elegance for the sake of survival, when necessary. [Challenging Discipline Check - 27.78%]
[x] Food and drink first. The nature of a Hunter is to sacrifice of elegance for the sake of survival, when necessary. [Challenging Discipline Check - 27.78%]
